Tag Archives: Grace

“I mean, what kind of a monster am I?” Even as I laughed at my friend’s rhetorical question, the essence of her question continues to resonate with me. You see these last few days, maybe even weeks, I haven’t really … Continue reading →

Aging fascinates me. And I’m not talking about just the growing-up part from a tiny, helpless, yet oh-so-wise infant to a fiery independent three-year-old to a smarty-pants, rolling-eyed second grader. Those “growing-up” stages are captivating and heart-breaking all at the … Continue reading →